When I think of you, why do I feel such pain?
When the image I'm seeing of you, is your dancing eyes laughing at the rain?
Is that joy, expressed in exuberance, as if you haven't got a care?
As you throw off heavy chains of obedience, hurtling them to empty air?
Are your calm, tranquil eyes symptomatic of your innocence?
Or are they simply contemplative of the rightness of your defense?
You've realized what seems authoritative-is really only supposition,
The will of hurtful law enforced-a merely human imposition.
Your heart's unleashed, your mind flies free, to explore the universe,
Glorying in power and beauty, before destruction catches up with you, and exerts it's curse.
I wish that somehow, some way, I could keep you in that moment,
Before the agony of consequences hits you, and all your joy is spent.
Alas! These are but memories, for we each must have our choice,
To submit to God's greater plan or follow our own solo (progressively more nonsensical) voice.
Perhaps now you can understand, this enigma that is freedom,
Of which principals, of grace, love, and power, are only some.
I hope you've seen in your own life that love is not forced by laws.
Only a free heart can choose to give, the same love that is it's cause.
The onerous burdens of responsibility are freely taken up by love,
Shoulders the servanthood, of the same God, love desires to be part of.
I'm sure you've heard the saying that freedom isn't free.
Someone has to (and did) make the sacrifice for you and me.
He paid the price so we could rise from the ashes of our shame,
To find renewed integrity in the freedom that is His name.
He conquered death and humiliation so we could follow that path too.
Our righteousness then by faith in Him, and not by what we do.
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